Zeedrilla's message

Chipawa, the squirrel climbed down from Zeedrilla's shoulder and waited for the black river to become quiet. He then jumped into the black river and ran and jumped over to where I stand. I am next to an old donkey named Hirum, pulled a cart filled with mainly potatoe bugs. Sometimes HIRUM pulls seasonal flowers or pulls a pumpkin but most of the time he is busy pulling potatoe bugs and rain water. Anyway, Chipwa jumps onto Hirum and jumps down over to me with a message from Zeedrilla.

At night all of us "yard art" or "garden decor", as we have been so dubbed , bask under Madam Moon's soothing glow and embark on adventures. We must do this under Madam Moons watchful gaze since we do not want the all of the humans catching on. However, when Sir Sunshine is looking down at us, we must use the messenger service to get messages back and forth. Chipawa is employed by the messenger service.

He proceeded to tell me the urgent message. A new group of young humans were quite bored with being human and started to plan and plot some vandal tactics. We are now targets of the human's boredom. beed dee be oh no.